Do we have we a rogue sandwich board writer on the loose or do you think this was intentional?
Maybe they were big 18th Amendment fans?
Or maybe the word has finally lost all meaningful meaning. Or maybe it’s pretty funny and we all need to lighten up. I’m sure it’s not funny to some experiencing tough times. I don’t know anymore. It’s too hot out and the freaking mosquitoes are killing me. Of course if it is a rouge sandwich board writer…
613 Pennsylvania Ave, SE
“Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?”
hahaha Georgetown killing it this week but props go to Jefferson County Animal Control:
But this ship has long sailed! I mean it’s circumnavigated the globe and sailed again…
Ed. Note: I’m starting a band called He’s a Bad Guy? I’m looking for guitar, keyboard, drums, bass and back up vocalists. Beatboxing ability a +.
Thanks to Tim for sending the update: “There is a new sign up next to the you need a boyfriend one. He should just clean up his back yard.”
Last week we shared the saga between a neighbor(s) and the restaurant owner of Corduroy and Baby Wale in Shaw. To be honest I’m kinda speechless. Don’t get me wrong it’s beautiful in a Middle School tantrum sort of way and I certainly don’t condone throwing eggs, if indeed that happened, but Jesus Fracking Christ. Seriously? This all feels like a very Trumpian reaction. To what end I ask? What is the purpose? What does one hope to gain by such action? Such provocation. Will this improve the impasse? Bridge the divide? I don’t fracking think so. So, to gain publicity? Maybe. I know that restaurant competition has heated up in Shaw but there’s gotta be a better way. Anyway, wishing peace to all parties before we regress to Elementary school.
Update from owner of Baby Wale via email:
“My goal has never been to get publicity out of this situation. I have not contacted any media outlet first. Attached are photos of how we found our cars Friday night at 11:30 PM. Looks to me that the eggs were thrown from the Whitman. Not sure where the concern for the cleanliness of the alley was in that action. I think rats like eggs too.”
Congrats to all who ran (and those who got to destinations across town.)
Photo by Van Hillard
Thanks to Van for sending this great shot of the restored neon Georgetown sign: “where the jewelry joint was over by where Au Pied De Cochon used to be—I find myself increasingly using past tense when referencing Georgetown.”